Chapter 630

In the sky, Qian King Kong fought eight friars with a golden flying sword. Among the eight friars, one was the friar at the peak of Yuanying, five of them were in the middle of Yuanying, and the other two were in the early stage of Yuanying.

The strongest Yuanying peak friar attacked head-on and resisted Qian Jingang's flying sword, while the others attacked from the side.

The mana is vertical and horizontal in the sky, and both sides have red eyes, reaching the state of immortality.

The flying sword crossed the sky and brushed Qian Jingang's ear. The powerful energy directly took Qian Jingang out.

"Hum! I see where you're going!" the eight monks of the other side seemed to have a winning chance. They attacked slowly and slowly, limiting Qian King Kong to their attack range.

One mana after another consumes Qian Jingang's strength and mind.

Qian Jingang's situation is extremely dangerous. I'm afraid he will fall at any time.

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In the sand dune, Fan Hong was surrounded by more than ten corpses, including monsters and friars.

Such battles occur from time to time in this desert. It's just an insignificant battle.

But for Fan Hong, this is a dance dancing with death, an art walking on the blade, and looking for a breakthrough in this killing again and again.

Fan Hong looked up at the sky. From time to time, monsters and friars flew in the sky, which may contain extremely powerful friars and even surpass the mysterious realm.

"What is the mysterious realm, my road, right?" Fan Hong muttered to himself, as if the road ahead was a cloud and confused. He was like looking at flowers in the fog. He was psychedelic and not real enough.

After tightening the flying sword in his hand, Fan Hong still stepped out towards the front. There was no way back. He had to walk hard all the way. Maybe he found his way inadvertently.

Fight, life goes on and on. This is the mission of our Qingtian sword sect. It seems that we have been fighting for a lifetime since we were born. No one can break through this destiny, and no one wants to break through this destiny.

This is a song with blood and tears. This is a poem of melancholy and blood. We are marching forward with our brothers and fighting for our future.

"Boy, hand over your flying sword and I'll spare you." someone took a fancy to Fan Hong's flying sword. It was a cold and arrogant young man standing above Fan Hong's head.

Fan Hong looked at the figure and smiled gently.

Did you hear that? The blood is boiling, the war is burning, and my chest is full of bloodthirsty desire.

"Fight!" Fan Hong said softly, without superfluous words, and took the initiative with blood all over his body. Fan Hong even saw a strange look in each other's eyes.

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"What a bunch of rubbish! So many people went to look for a small sect, but they haven't found any yet." on the sand dune, a thin young man in green looked at the horizon.

Around him, the dust seemed to be stirring with his every move, and the powerful pressure was sent out, and the passing monks took refuge one after another.

"The power of xuanjing, this is the power of xuanjing. I didn't expect that I would find an opportunity in this desert. As a thank-you, I'll first find someone from Qingtian sword sect to kill." the thin young man clenched his fist.

A half old man stood behind the young man, bowed his head and said, "Prince Sha Ao, since we have broken through, let's go back. You have endless power in the endless forests in the south. Why suffer in the yellow sand."

"Old slave, you go back first. After I kill a person of Qingtian sword sect, you go back and enjoy the countless beauties." the thin young man looked up and laughed. His smile was so arrogant and powerful.

"Prince, this place is too complicated. I'm worried about your safety, your highness," said the semi-old man who was called an old slave.

"Hum, am I so bad in your eyes? I have been promoted to the mysterious realm, and you are just the peak of the mysterious realm. In a few days, I will definitely surpass you." the thin young man Leng hum was very dissatisfied with the old man's suggestion.

"The prince, you should be careful." the old man sighed helplessly and turned into a rainbow and went away. "Prince, go early and return early. I'll go back to the king first."

Prince Sha Ao gently grasped his right hand, and the aura between heaven and earth was like worship. It swept into his palm. The mysterious realm could control the aura of heaven and earth. It was too much higher than the realm of Yuanying. Sha Ao felt unprecedented strength, and a feeling of self-respect between heaven and earth filled his heart.

"Powerful power, really intoxicating!" Prince Sha Ao's tone was full of intoxication. Then he moved and disappeared for a moment.

"Qingtian sword sect, come out and let me kill some. It's not in vain for me to come here through most of the cultivation world."

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On a small sand dune, surrounded by continuous deserts, a black figure sat cross legged on the small sand dune, motionless like a rock?

Qin Shihu changed places from time to time. When he was free, he took Yuanying out of the body and entered the tianque palace. He used his time to accelerate his understanding of the sword.

In the space-time hall, many oil lamps are lit, leaving a trace of soul marks of members of Optimus sword sect.

This is the famous soul lamp in the cultivation world. As long as people live, the lamp will always be on. Similarly, when the monk dies, the corresponding soul lamp will go out.

If his spirit is injured, the light of the soul lamp will become extremely dim.

Qin Shihu saw several times that the soul lamp almost went out. Fortunately, they survived and gradually turned on.

Big goat Yunyi and others are still practicing silently. Since entering the space-time hall for such a long time, no one has rested in the middle for even a second. It's all like closing the dead gate. They are unwilling to waste any time easily.

This is the price of getting stronger. However, as long as it can become stronger, it is still very happy to pay this price.

"People of Qingtian sword sect?" a streamer shot at the edge of Qin Shihu like a laser. After the streamer, a thin young man stood on the sand dune, looked at Qin Shihu sitting cross legged and asked directly and simply. This person is the prince of Sha Ao with extremely inflated self-confidence.

"No!" Qin Shihu opened his eyes and shook his head.

Today, although he is still wearing a black shirt, his face has changed, completely different from his original appearance.

"No matter whether you are or not, I want to kill, which can only be regarded as your bad luck." a ferocious smile appeared at the corners of the thin young man's mouth. "Go ahead. If you wait for me, you won't even have a chance."

Qin Shihu nodded silently. The black spirit tool, the best flying sword, came out in an instant. A stunning sword light was like a meteor in the sky.

Flirtatious!

icy!

Like lightning in the void.

The thin young man's eyes flashed a thick unbelievable: "you dare to kill me..."

The voice came straight to him, and the young man's Yuanying was stabbed to pieces.

Prince Sha Ao fell.

In the endless forests of the south, an oil lamp quietly went out in a secret room composed entirely of rocks.

The lamp slave guarding the oil lamp looked at the suddenly extinguished oil lamp in disbelief. After seeing the position of the oil lamp clearly, a cold air rushed directly from the caudal vertebra to the back of his head and heart, frightening his face.

This is my emperor's favorite little prince. Aren't there many experts around him? Why, he died.

The lamp slave, whose face turned pale, immediately picked up the oil lamp and a sharp scream spread from the secret room to the distance: "Prince Sha'ao has fallen, Prince Sha'ao has fallen."

Hearing this voice, the monster guards immediately filled with deep fear. If such a noble prince died, I'm afraid there will be a huge wave in the cultivation world. My emperor, it's the invincible existence of the whole cultivation world and will rise in ten years.

Now I'm ready, just waiting for flying. Before that, I can do a lot of things.

The whole land suddenly shook violently, and a violent roar echoed over the endless forest: "who dares to be so bold, find it out, find it out for me, and kill the door."

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The building ship in the desert is floating gently in the air. There is a colorful smell on the building ship. When you look at the building ship, you can imagine that there must be people with great achievements in the building ship.

From time to time, friars shot out of the building ship and flew away. Many friars flew from outside and hurried to the bottom of the building ship.

But no one could imagine that there were more than a dozen people in black robes at the bottom of the building ship.

"Lord Guizang No. 5." after a figure entered the bottom of the building ship, he first saluted more than a dozen black robed people sitting there, and then he treated one of them.

"Well, among the 15 people locked, can you find out if they are from Qingtian sword school?" ghost possession No. 5 asked.

"We locked three people. All of them were Yuan Ying's peak cultivation accomplishments. They were holding the best spirit tools and killed people looking for them everywhere. Although their faces were not what we knew before, they should all be people of Qingtian sword school from the track."

"How sure are you?" Guizang No. 5 asked.

"Seventy percent!"

"70%? What do you think of black devil 15?" Guizang turned his eyes to the black robed man opposite.

"Seventy percent, that's enough. I'll send my men to kill the three people." Guizang answered faintly on the 15th, "it's just Yuanying. You can crush it easily. I just hope to find the mysterious young people who have appeared around Lifeng City, and the eyes of genius, so that we can get more gifts from evil gods."

"Yes, Qingtian sword sect can be easily crushed to death," Guizang No. 5 said with a smile. "I still care more about the descent of the divine envoy. I heard that the divine envoy is about to descend to our world and lead our believers to kill all friars. The divine envoy should come soon. It's the realm of immortality and invincible existence."